Page 69 of Born to Scar

We only make it a few steps outside before we stop. Pulling me into his side, Cam whispers, “I could take you for a ride. Would that make you feel better? My fat dick buried deep in your tight little pussy?” A whimper explodes through my lips. That always makes me feel better. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, and your tongue.”

The devil’s smile of charm and lust crosses his face. “Oh yeah? You want my face between your thighs, baby girl? My tongue between your lips until you come, screaming for me.” He slides his hand from my waist in between my legs, over my jeans.

“Yes, please,” I groan.

His head tilts, eyes darkening. “Are you begging, Indy?” He sucks his bottom lip under his top teeth. “Hmm? I like it when you beg for me.”

I don’t beg. I’ll whine, but I don’t beg for anything. I learned long ago that it got me nowhere. But with them, I’m learning now it can get me anything. “Please, pretty boy. I need you.” His eyes spark with lust, but there’s something else there. There is so much love behind those hazel eyes. Safety.

He leans down, cupping my cheek, pressing his lips gently to mine. “You can have me anytime you want me,” he murmurs on my lips, “I’m yours. I’ve been yours since the moment I walked into the bar.”

The door swings open, and we turn to look like deer caught in headlights.

“Fucking hell, I did it again,” Ken mutters with the box of journals in his hands. Jay nearly slams into Ken’s back when he stops at the door.

“I knew I didn’t hear you leave,” Jay says. Cam has me pressed against his body, with the hand that was on my cheek. Both helmets at our sides.

“Cam?” I whine softly.

“We’re leaving now.”

“No.” That single word holds so much authority. We look back at Jay, and he has a fire burning in his eyes. His grin appears as I turn toward the door. I know that look. They’ll take me away from this hell I live in.

“I’ll think on it, Ken. Glad you got those,” I say, pointing to the box.

“Please be quick and stay away from him in the meantime.”

I nod and smile as I move past him, back into the house. “Of course.”

Squeezing between Jay and the door, I press my body against his, lightly grazing my hand over his cock. He softly groans when our eyes meet. I put my helmet back where it belongs and climb the stairs. Jay tells Ken bye, and then he’s right behind me. I feel him gaining on me.

He grabs me at the top, spins me, and presses me into the wall, his body weight on mine. He wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing. My eyes roll, and my head goes fuzzy. He releases and does it again.

“You didn’t want a bike ride, did you, little whore?” He asks. I shake my head, and he smirks. “You want to ride a cock, don’t you?”

“Two of them.”

He groans, shoving his leg between mine, grinding his knee into my center. I moan into his mouth, kissing him with the need I have for him, a need that never falters. I hear the door click downstairs before Cam ascends on us.

“She didn’t want to go on a bike ride, Jay.” Cam chuckles, pressing into us, running his hand under my shirt, to my tit, kneading over my bra.

“I see,” Jay croons, pulling away in a pant. “Why weren’t you railing her?” Jared asks, never breaking eye contact with me. I moan, biting my lip.

“Because she had just told me that she wants to be tongue fucked.”

Jay hums softly, his eyebrows shooting to the top of his head. “Is that right? You want us to feast on you, little whore? To be our dessert? Shoving our tongues into your tight cunt until you pulse around them?” His voice drops lower. “You know you will.”

Cam groans. He likes it when Jay’s like this. Fuck, I like it when Jay is like this. “Yes, please,” I whisper.

“Please?” Jay hums, grinding his knee harder into me.

“She’s being a polite girl tonight, Jay.”

“She is.” Jay nods, kissing my jaw. He lifts me over his shoulder and throws me on the bed, crawling on top of me. He pulls my top off before reaching to the bedside table, pulling out the silk ties. We learned quickly that tying me up takes me out of my head faster than anything else we do, except for drugs.

He drops back on my body, unhooking my bra and sliding it off before he ties my wrists to the headboard. He kisses down to my tits, stopping to suck. He pops the button on my jeans and unzips them.